A Thought That Doesn't Return

I wonder if I visit your thoughts
the way you’ve made a home in mine,
uninvited, constant,
quietly refusing to leave.

Do you think of me at all,
or did I fade the moment I was gone?
Was I just a chapter you closed
without ever looking back at the pages?

Because I still find you everywhere,
in songs, in silence, in the spaces between words.
And it aches not knowing
if I exist anywhere in you anymore.